In memory of my girlfriend’s cousin.
The heavens shed tears that night.
It was mourning for me.
The world had stopped. No, it hadn’t.
I had stopped and the world had left me.
Her tears won’t bring me back.
But it would be good for her to cry.
To wash her eyes, her soul, her heart.
And afterwards wipe them to dry.
And emerge as a stronger woman
To fight against those who want me gone
and punish those who let me die.
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